less colorful room

my rooms : my heaven and prison

What better way to sign a man for depression than he started to drew his room. Maybe later I'll started to created my self portraits..

Everything turn obsolete in my life, I became obsolete and if a man cannot function what better place than the recycle bin.

I dreamt about something yesterday, though i hardly remember any of it. But I remember a striking voices so strong that i just jump up the bed. The voices screamed : You had lost it ! You lost the feeling and compassion towards others! That's why you you felt everyone had left you! It was you who left !